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[Possibly, she's not sure anymore, but it might be the first time she's on video while communicating with Strange. She's spent the day getting herself back together, trying to make sense of what happened, and trying to find Beckett, to no avail.

And now, she wants to make sure people are okay. Because they have not found Beckett, and it looks like he isn't the only one who didn't make it out of the maze.]

Hey Bey, it's Claire. [With a slight 'duh' expression on her face, she waves at the camera.] Just wanted to make sure you're okay. Checking up, you know?

... So did you find your cloak? [ Hey, Stephen. Clint's just checking up on you. ]

Dr. Strange, I'm very sorry for contacting you so late. You don't need to respond immediately, I just wanted you to know that I misspoke when we met up. Apparently Sherlock Holmes did fake his death in my universe. My apologies for the confusion and unfortunate display of emotion you had to deal with from me.

Edited 2017-01-15 06:40 (UTC)

[This will be the third doctor he's spoken to today, and one of his last chances. He'd rather not talk to a new person about this, but he has no choice. He really thinks this might be a viable option, and a part of him doesn't care about the risk any more.

He sounds tired, but he's trying to push the rest down so it's not too audible.]

Excuse me, Dr. Strange, it's Alphonse Elric. I'd like to talk to you about an experiment at the hospital, I know you're nearby, do you think you could come back?

Dr. Strange, I'm afraid I have to report that the painkiller supply is low, all around. I've been trying to prescribe for the recent injuries yesterday. Whatever attacked us weren't standard anomalies, according to the Admin.

Also, I'm afraid I'll be dying tonight. Locked out.

[He's spoken to Stephen before, but since that was over text and trolls are weird, he's still audibly hesitant once he finally opens his mouth.]

Dr. Strange? It's Karkat. Uh, I was hoping to get your help, if you're around? I'm by the school.

Hey. [ It's early, he knows. There's a pause, as Clint takes a deep, dragging breath. ] What do you know about pain management?

[It's something like 3 A.M. when House finally sends his message. He's debated who to talk to, who to ask, but ultimately, Stephen is the only one he thinks will just be professional about it without asking too many questions. This is going to be humiliating enough, as is, but he'd been a little better when he'd been taking the bupropion. He doesn't have SAD, though. There's a better choice... It's time to bite the bullet.

Have you considered therapy? Strange had asked.

This is going to be so freaking embarrassing.]

i'm deaf
don't bother talking

i need a prescription
sertraline, 50 mg/day

[He's running out of doctors to go to...]

Dr. Strange, I require a prescription made out.

[John has been ignoring the network since yesterday, so he doesn't know that Stephen was killed or that he has a particularly vexing death price. This is the apology he's looking forward to least. Mainly because he was such an incredible ass to this poor man who's never done anything to hurt him. And a man who's been through far, far too much.]

Dr. Strange, you don't need to reply to this, but I wanted to extend my deepest apologies for the way I acted toward you the other night. It was rude, it was uncalled for, and it was just a bloody dick move. I don't want to give excuses for my behavior, so I won't. Suffice to say I was wrong about you and everything here.

You're real and this place is real. I recognize that now. And again, I'm sorry for ever calling that into question. I know you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, but if you require any medical assistance and can't get it from someone you'd prefer, please consider me fully available for your needs.

Stephen. I need your help.

[He started with Watson, but Strange is getting the exact same message, just moments later.]

Doc, emergency. Steph broke her leg. Fell through a piece of the floor when we were monkeying our way in the tunnels. Got in a building okay, but I don't know what to do.

She took some painkillers. Tramadol.

[Attached is a picture of Steph's broken leg.]

Tell me about sleeping pills. Side effects, are they habit-forming-- everything important.

[Alfie definitely sounds like he needs them - he sounds completely worn-out.]

[It takes far more courage than it ought to for Kid to send Stephen a message, his nerves shot. The camera picks up a bundled head that shivers in the dim light, half the teen's face obscured by the cloak he's huddled under.]

I apologize for calling you so late, doctor. I was...hoping you might be able to help me. [Kid is hesitant, his voice hoarse and breathless. Still, he hastily adds:] If I am imposing and you are busy, please excuse me. I know the physicians here have a heavy caseload.

HEY, UH, DOCTOR STRANGE?
I KNOW THIS IS COMING OUT OF NOWHERE BUT I WANTED TO ASK YOU A FAVOR. SORT OF? I MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE TO ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING, BUT IT'S SORT OF IMPORTANT.

doyou havemy
pills
?

[ This transmission starts out in text, with a link out of nowhere, but shortly after switches to audio. ]

Whoops. Think I just sent you a link to a network post. My eyes aren't exactly operational right now, so just- check that out later.

Anyway, hi, Stephen. I'm back. I have a medical request for you.

Stephen, are you in the residential area by chance, further to the east? I know you were running supplies. We're in a bit of a dilemma for something. I need to pick something up in the Industrial Area for Sherlock, but I've got a patient I'm going to over by the school. Mary's agreed to go and fetch what we're after, but I don't like the idea of her traveling alone. Are you heading back to the industrial area soon, if you aren't already there?

Hey. Hope everything's back to normal for you, too. Just thought I'd let you know I finally talked to the Admin about that thing we were planning on doing. She needs your approval, and then it's settled.

[ He speaks with some nervous energy- even though he wanted to do this, he's also been putting it off. But after killing Claire again- well, it's past time. ]

[Davesprite makes an exception to his usual preference for text or even voice this time. How else can he test if Strange recognizes his face? And if even his bright orange one rings no bells, that will prove just how deep the loss goes.]

Sup. Recognize me?

Your cloak is annoying. When you're done being dead, let me know.

Hello. I was hoping to talk about the magic of your world and mine. While we have the opportunity.

[This is Dorian's way of saying he's glad Stephen's not permadead.]

i need your help with something

Edited 2017-07-15 01:49 (UTC)

i'm heading down to building 291

[This is Building 303 on the OOC map.]

checking the trap door there
if we came up through those maintenance tunnels
they might still be accessible
catch up quickly

[And that's what you get, Stephen.]

I'm sorry. I'm really, really, really sorry, like, like-- I should've protected you but I couldn't, i should've been able to fight whatever they did to me and I really-- I really hurt you. [Here's Stephen's blubbery apology, you're welcome.]

@notasidekick; video; evening 195

@hawkguy, audio, day 195

@jwatson; text; Late Night 198

@LELRIC; audio; afternoon day 200

@jwatson; text; Night 203